#but sitting in the cold and being hit with sand is not a good time no matter whose company I'm keeping

[lomlando]

Oh!

summary: When Kimi asks his teammate an innocent question, secrets are revealed

content warnings: mild language :)!

word count: 1 k

pairing: lando norris x fem!driver!reader

SERIES: Messy || may be confusing if read as a standalone one shot!

You quickly stripped down to your sports bra and boy shorts and swung one leg over into the small ice bath waiting for you. The quicker you were in, the quicker you were out was your mentality. Kimi stood, grabbing the edge of the bath beside you, mentally preparing himself for the ice-cold. You sank to your shoulders, feeling the cold make your muscles tense up. You understood why an ice bath was beneficial, but man, did you hate it. 

“You know the faster you get in, the faster we can get out, right?” You say, staring at Kimi who had not moved. Two months ago, you both agreed that you would stay in there together as long as the other one did to keep each other company. To maybe make the time go by faster, since you both hated them.  

“So, who did you have the other day with 20 questions? George? Max? Lance?” Kimi says, wincing as the cold water finally hits his legs. “I had Franco, super nice guy actually.” 

“Lando.” As you said it, Kimi’s body hit the water so fast it made a splash. Like the word had genuinely made him fall back from being so surprised. “Dude, did you just slip?” 

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry about that. So you had Lando?” You could hear the change in his voice; he genuinely was surprised you were paired with Lando, but why? 

“Yeah, he was pretty nice actually. I hoped he was, you have always talked so highly of him it would have sucked ass if he was rude.” You say, looking over to Kimi, who was now looking at you in what looks like absolute horror. 

“Oh.” He says, snapping his head away from you. Suddenly, the wall in front of both of you was the most interesting thing in the room in his mind. 

That Oh. It was not a “Oh!” like ‘Oh, I’m so glad you finally were able to meet him!’ or ‘Oh! How did it go?!’ No, this oh was sinister. Like the “Oh” you say when you realize you sent a text to the person you were talking about, or the “Oh” when you realize you have been calling a person the wrong name for three weeks. Not a good oh by any means. 

“Why did you say oh like that?” 

“What do you mean?” Kimi finally shoots his head back over to you. He knows he’s caught. Even in the 20-degree water, he is still practically sweating. “I meant like ‘OH!” He changed his inflection completely. You can see right through it, though. “You know I love Lando, I’m glad you finally got to meet him.” Kimi begins to stand up. “I think I’m done for the day, I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to get changed.” 

Before you can even protest about how short the stint was, Kimi is already out the door. 

By the time Kimi comes back into the room ten minutes later, you are still sitting in the tub, still confused by the ‘oh’. 

“Oh,” Kimi says as he lets out an awkward laugh, “I thought you would be changing by now, too.” 

Before you could even really think, you leap out of the small tub and lunge towards the door. You had to know what Kimi meant earlier. 

“What the fuck, are you really blocking me in here?” 

You were a sight to see, you were sure of it. Soaking wet, standing in a growing puddle, arms and legs sprawled out in front of the large door as if you were a starfish protecting their sand. 

“You aren’t leaving this room until you tell me what you meant by that, 'oh, ' Antonelli. We promised each other no secrets.” 

Kimi puts his arms up in defeat. “Listen, not everyone has to like you. You’re gonna have to learn that. Especially being in this sport. You know I still remember…” 

As Kimi was rambling about what you, assume, to be a hate train he remembers his rookie year, he hadn’t even noticed you drop your arms and legs back to normal. What did he mean by that? As far as you were concerned, Lando and you had a fine time filming together. You hadn’t ever laughed for that long in your life, much less that hard as that day. 

“What do you mean by that?” Now, a lot more reserved, almost hoping Kimi would refuse to answer. 

“Okay, look, full story. I was talking to Lando the other day and asked who he was paired with. He said a rookie, then told me he didn’t care for them. I really thought he was talking about one of the other two, or I would have defended you. For what it's worth, I think you’re great.” Kimi says moving past you out the door. “Look, don't let it get you down. Take him down next week on the track.” He yelled back down the hallway, walking backwards towards the exit.

Kimi was right, next week all 20 of us would be in Monaco for the opening weekend, nothing else should matter. You should be focused only on racing. 

But the only thing on your mind that you could get out was, “oh.”

[lustlovehart]

Thoughts on either tweel eating a rival? Saw some fanart of og school boy Jade making a rival disappear the 'humanitarian' way and I guess they are basically sea predators so why not. It's not polite but neither is NRC so....

warnings: Human eating, courting, kissing, blood

Oh yeah, they 102% would eat a rival, not even would, they probably ALREADY HAVE. Not even just a romantic rival either, maybe a friend who walked too close to shore, a coworker who sailed alone on their seas, or a stranger who lingered too close and found themselves face to face with giant serpents and their unending appetite.

Their methods of feasting are definitely different, though.

Floyds meals are messy, they're messily consumed, or even WHOLLY consumed, with no trace of their existence. If there are any remains, they're haphazardly thrown the moment Floyd grows bored of them.

Right after, he'll look for you with a clear hint of mead and clothing threads stuck in his teeth. Questioning him will do no good, as he'll either tell you in his sing-songy voice to forget about that and come with him, or let his eyes fall and look at you with a clear emotion that say 'Don't ask'. You don't have the courage to tell him to wipe his lips when he kisses your cheek like an overjoyed boyfriend.

... and you don't think you can wipe the crimson off of your cheek, he might ask you if you hate him. Or, rather than incur his disappointment, he'll lean in with a soft smile, brushing hair, or maybe dirt from your face. It's so gentle you forget about the crime for a moment.

"Do you want me to kiss your lips instead shrimpy?" ... When you're done, your mouth will be stained with red too, and it's then you remember, why he's not hungry anymore.

Jade, however, eats his enemies like fine dining. Certain parts are left untouched as he uses a piece of a coral-like knife and cuts precise pieces of flesh. It's horrible, but he uses the entire human, not daring to waste a pristine ingredient.

When you see him on the beach, you assume he's simply setting up a table from memory. He'll turn to you with a smile on his face, his tail hitting the water once and having the ocean splash you. His face is clean, the typical facetious smile planted on his face.

He'll ask you to join him, gesturing to the spot on the sand in front of him, two plates set up on the ground, with a single covered platter. It's... mundane, normal as if he's simply a man who's asked you to dinner. Perhaps it's the single candle light that illuminates your surroundings at night, but a sense of encroaching dread surfaces.

"What... What's under the cover...?" A part of you hopes he'll pull the lid up and see seashells, but you remember who it is that sits on the other side.

"Hm? Well... It's only appropriate, after all, it's dinner time." His part-bone arm reaches out, slowly lifting the lid before you slam it down. "Oh? I thought you wanted to know? And I worked so hard on this for you, you'll make me sad...-"

You successfully stop his attempt at guilt-tripping you, your head resting on his cold shoulder from jumping over the plate and holding him. Your body blocks off the platter, the only thing you allow for his arms to wrap around, being you.

"I'm not hungry, Jade." Momentarily, he's shocked, but he's eager to hold you close to him. He'll turn his head, sharp teeth leaning into your earlobe as he whispers.

"If you're here, I don't think I'll be hungry. Well... not for now at least." you bring your head up to look him in the eyes before you feel lips graze the corner of your mouth, sharp teeth grazing you.

...

You taste iron, but you're not sure if it's from you, or his meal.

Afterwards, after drying your clothes from water and sand, when you return talk of a coworker of yours reaches your ears. He had disappeared after hunting smaller monsters in the rivers connected to Octavinelle.

...

The same coworker he saw you talking to.

[phoenix-art-official]

Stan did things to survive he wasn't proud of. Just now, he was using his teeth to break off the locking mechanism of the car trunk he was tied up in. He felt cracks and jolts of pain, and he kept having to swallow blood, and every moment that passed was another that he had to think about everything that had lead him here.

Betrayal, mostly. Cruelty, definitely. Stupidity, sadly.

Stan knew he was stupid. He thought he had wised up over the years, but it turned out he was just as gullible and hopeful as he had ever been. Even now some small part of him was planning on finding the closest payphone as soon as he got out of here, so he could waste a couple of quarters calling a man who he hadn't spoken to in years and who hadn't cared about him in even longer.

He'd made friends on the road. Or he thought so, anyway, but it turned out those "friends" were actually "enemies," and those "girlfriends" and "wives" were also "enemies." Go figure.

His shoulder cracked from where it lay on the floor and he groaned through his teeth. He thought for sure he'd popped the damn thing back in its socket. Oh well. He liked to brag about being able to pick any lock with his hands tied behind his back and blindfolded, but so far that didn't seem to extend to field medicine. Or maybe that was just because he had already wriggled out of the blindfold.

He was maybe panicking a bit. Which was good, he needed the adrenaline. It helped him keep yanking and tugging and cracking against that stupid latch, no matter how often he had to pause because he felt enamel crunch between his jaws instead of metal. That familiar beating in his chest, in his head, in his soul.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

Sur-vive. Sur-vive. Sur-vive.

Eventually, the trunk popped open. Eventually, a haggard, sweaty man covered in blood wriggled out and flopped onto the sand. Eventually, he pulled his hands down around his feet and in front of himself, popped his shoulder into its socket again, and broke the zip ties around his wrists and ankles. Eventually, he levered himself upright and shivered in the cold Nevada night air, looking at the miles of stars above and desolate nothing below. Eventually, he saw the light pollution down the road and began stumbling towards it.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

Well, he hadn't died this time. That was good. And what was more, he currently had a grand total of a dirty dress shirt, some jeans, some loafers, a fleece hoodie, and... oh yeah, absolutely fuck-all else. He was also beat to hell, probably concussed, thirsty, hungry, cold, and...

Huh. How did he feel?

The physical, bodily complaints were always loud and easy to pinpoint. But emotionally, where he expected a white-hot boiling furnace of rage in his chest, he felt instead something icey cold, heavy, and leaden.

Hm.

He made it to a gas station. There was a payphone under flickering sodium lights, a single car being filled with gas- Stan still couldn't say he missed not being able to siphon gas, everyone pumping it themselves made it so much easier- and a young woman doing the filling. He started towards the payphone, not even really thinking about what he would do when he got there, and then someone screamed.

It was the woman. She stared at him. He stared back. The light flickered over her wide eyes. A long moment passed where Stan didn't really know how to fix that.

He lifted a hand to wave reassuringly at her, spin some tall tale, maybe ask for a bit of change.

"Stay back!" she shouted. Then she took off a shoe, screamed, "Scram," threw it at him, and got into her car, driving off into town.

The shoe hit him in the face.

It didn't hurt that much. It was just a shoe. Everything else hurt way more. Especially his jaw.

So why did he feel like he was dying?

Maybe because it was always like this. People shouting at him, throwing things, telling him to "Get off my lawn," or "Stay away from me," or "Keep your mouth shut."

"Stay in line." "Get back in your cage." "Sit down." "Don't ask stupid questions." "Don't come back until you've made millions."

"Go." "Sit." "Stay." "Shut up."

People sucked.

Stan looked off in the direction the woman had driven in.

People were after him. Sooner or later, they'd find out he was still alive, and try to correct that mistake. There were no people who would try to keep him alive. Just him. Always him. Stanley Pines against the world. Alone.

He looked up. The stars looked dimmer from here.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

Just until the heat died down. Just until it was safe. Just until he could stomach the looks he was going to get. The hate. The disgust. The disappointment.

Stan crept toward the back of the gas station and hid.

[sativariddle]

the walking dead au where mattheo fingers the reader to apologize for shooting her, making her feel so good before she shoots him back 🙂

𖦏 m.list ╱𖦏 the walking dead au

⌗ ┆ word count: 2k+

⌗ ┆ content: mentions of guns + getting shot, fingering and mattheo being pathetic, yay. if you don’t enjoy my content, there’s no need for you to stick around, i’m not responsible for what you choose to engage with.

a/n: i love pilu so much, her and that fuck ass little smiley face that somehow makes everything she says feel awkward. enjoy, queen. read this if you haven’t already.

you were always stubborn, everyone knew that. even you admitted it sometimes, like it was just another one of your flaws you’d made peace with. but after the world fell apart, your stubbornness didn’t just survive. it evolved. when you said you wanted your gun back, it wasn’t a request. it was a line in the sand. you wouldn’t speak. you wouldn’t eat. you wouldn’t drink the medicine pansy kept trying to press into your hand. the painkillers sat untouched, the food left to gather dust. not until the weapon was back in your grip. not until you felt like you had control over something again.

“i’m done with her,” mattheo snarled, the clatter of the dented can hitting the wooden table beside pansy. “she’s fuckin’ irritating me.”

“just give her what she wants,” pansy said, reaching for the gun resting on the high counter. her fingers hovered over it for a moment before she picked it up, the metal heavy in her hand. “she needs to eat. she’s already lost too much blood.” the pain was clearly eating you alive, anyone could see it: your skin had taken on a grey tint. mattheo didn’t bother arguing this time. if getting your gun back was what it took to make you eat, then fine. whatever. he just wanted pansy off his damn back. he would’ve much rather been outside, hunting a squirrel or sitting in silence with a cigarette, but no. pansy had insisted that he be the one to keep an eye on you. make sure you didn’t bleed out or drop dead on the floor.

hadn’t he already done enough? he’d dug the bullet out of you with a knife that wasn’t nearly clean enough. he’d even stopped the bleeding, more or less. that should’ve been the end of it. but she had reminded him: he was also the one who nearly pulled the trigger in the first place. so yeah. maybe he owed you this much.

“here’s your shit,” mattheo muttered, stepping into the room. he dropped the rifle onto your lap carelessly, the cold metal landing against the blanket. a can of food clinked softly as he set it down on the crate beside your bed. “you got what you wanted. now eat.” your gaze dropped to the rifle, fingers brushing over the familiar shape, checking it instinctively: still yours, still intact.

that tiny pull at the corner of your mouth threatened to give you away, smug little smirk itching to break through, but you held it back. you liked when things went your way, when your stubbornness didn’t just hold the line, but bent the world around it. you’d played your part, waited it out, and now here it was. “i’m not hungry,” you said calmly, almost bored, as you set the rifle at the foot of the bed. mattheo let out a longgg, annoyed sigh, tilting his head back toward the ceiling. the gesture stretched his neck, drawing your eyes to the sharp line of his jaw, the shift of his adam’s apple as he swallowed back whatever curse word he wanted to throw your way. your thighs tensed at the sight. you looked away quickly, trying to smother the rush of thoughts that came, twirling in the corners of your mind. vicious, vicious thoughts. “not for food, anyway.”

that made mattheo look at you. those damn eyes: deep brown, like melted chocolate, met yours. it almost made you laugh. how could someone with eyes that stupidly beautiful, be the same blind asshole who’d pulled the trigger on you? “then what do you want?” he asked. a dangerous question: what do you want. as if the answer was simple. you bit the inside of your cheek, holding his gaze, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a quick reply. he was watching you now, waiting like whatever you said next might change something. you moved your hand slowly and patted the space beside you.

sit down. on the bed, your bed, closer. close enough to touch. mattheo looked confused, but he didn’t press further. he moved to sit at the edge of the bed on the right side. your eyes followed him, unable to look away. just his presence, so close, made your heart pound faster. it was insane how easily he affected you. you could practically feel the tension beneath your skin, being touch starved creeping up on you like a scream caught in your throat. fuck, you were dizzy with it. the want. the need.

“which hand?” you whisper. the questions blindsided mattheo. which hand? what did that even mean? “what—” he started. “—which hand pulled the trigger? which hand shot me?” mattheo stared, trying to piece together your meaning, he wanted to ask why. why you needed to know. but you weren’t joking. the look in your eyes told him you wanted an answer, not a deflection. “my right hand,” mattheo said, the words slipping out. the moment he did, you reached for it. so gently that your fingers barely felt real, a breeze brushing against skin rather than touch. you lifted his hand, bringing it close to your face. he held his breath without meaning to, unsure of what you were about to do, only certain of one thing. he didn’t want to pull away.

soon after came the ‘mmcht��� sound, almost shy kisses as your lips met his middle finger. then the pointer. the thumb. the back of his hand. and finally, the center of his palm. each kiss was faint. you began to unfold his fingers one by one. your touch guided them until only his pointer and middle finger remained raised. “i’m assuming this was the finger,” you said, wiggling his pointer with a cheeky smile, “the one that pulled the trigger?” you looked up at him through your lashes, and mattheo couldn’t speak. he just watched you, like your gaze had reached inside his chest and taken hold of his vocal cords. “yeah,” he let out. “you trust me?” your voice was sweet, dripping with an innocence that made it impossible to tell if it was intentional or just how you sounded when you were turned on. either way, it shot straight through him.

he didn’t trust you, he’d known you for all of three hours, and in his experience, that was far too short a time to trust anyone. and the fact that he’d shot you? that made it even worse. you could be playing some game, holding all kinds of cards up your sleeve. but when did he ever listen to the warning bells in his mind? when had he ever said no? so, despite every logical part of him screaming to not give in, he nodded. you reached out, grabbing mattheo's pointer finger, the very one that had pulled the trigger, wrapping it gently around your own finger. you slowly brought his hand under the covers, the fabric rustling softly as you dragged his fingertip down your chest, tracing along your sternum and stomach. the heat of your pussy against the very tip of his finger nearly made him jump, lust coursing through him. every cell in his body cried at him to push forward, to please, but he bit his lip hard, fighting the urge.

you parted your thighs even further under the covers, his eyes lowering with an almost trance like way. he was completely captivated, lost in the sight before him. his mind seemed to have shut off, fingers ready and willing to be used however you pleased.

you pushed mattheo's fingertip past your folds, a jolt of pleasure shooting through you as your tight walls clenched around the digit. a high pitched, breathy gasp passed your teeth as his finger stroked your inner deepness. you released his hand, giving him full control. mattheo immediately added another finger, spreading you wider. the wet sound of your eager pussy greeting his fingers filled the room: each stroke made you feel more desperate. you whimpered, hips rising to meet his thrusts. the two fingers moved in and out of you, each retreat pulling out with a loud, wet slurp before sliding back in. he hooked his fingers upwards, hitting that candy sweet spot inside you that made your eyes roll back so far, all mattheo could see was the white. accidentally, his thumb brushed against your throbbing clit, and you jumped, a muffled 'mmmph!' tearing from your throat. he had unintentionally hit both your sweet spots at once, sending pulses of pleasure through your insides.

tiny little stars began to form at the corners of your vision. the look on your face was so hypnotizing that he sped up his pace, fingers turning into a blur as they worked in and out of you. out and in. “sorry,” mattheo murmured, but his words were barely hearable over the wet sounds of your arousal. thighs clamped down on his wrist, holding him in place as his fingers continued their dance inside you. “about your arm,” he went on, “swear on my life, i had no idea you were human.”

“and now?” you breathed, gasping a bit as he picked up the pace. “still think i’m a walker?” of course he didn’t anymore, but you were just talking nonsense; he was making you feel so good, you didn’t care about making sense. “definitely not. they don’t sound this desperate just from my fingers,” he muttered, a smirk playing on his lips. you were sooo touch starved, strung out from stress, and now you had one of the finest men you’d seen in forever hand buried between your thighs, working his fingers like he knew your body better than you did. the thought alone had your spine arching off the bed, a gasp slipping past your lips as he curled his fingers just right.

“ugh—shit… shut the fuck up,” were the last words that left your lips before everything inside you tightened, heat coiling in your core. it washed through you, a wave so heavenly it stole your breath, and then you were coming, release spilling out of you and soaking the sheets beneath. the covers may have hidden the evidence, but the warmth on mttheo’s fingers gave everything away.

he slowly pulled his hand back, glancing at the mess before letting out a low chuckle under his breath. “using the same fingers that shot you to get yourself off?” he exhaled, almost in disbelief. you were insane. “very hot of you.” you rolled your eyes, letting your back collapse against the bed once more. your chest rose and fell heavily as you tried to catch your breath, the orgasm still pulsing through your veins. you knew you couldn’t just lay there forever, not with the mess you’d made. if someone walked in right now, you’d both be screwed in more ways than one. you began to push yourself up, body sensitive. as you leaned forward, mattheo’s eyes found yours, he watched you come closer, and for a moment, he seemed to forget everything else. to him, it looked like you were about to kiss him.

his lips parted slightly, and he leaned in without hesitation, closing his eyes. but the kiss never came. “SHIT!” his voice cracked through the room like a shot, eyes flying open as the pain in his leg hit him all at once. his hand shot down instinctively to his thigh, where the pain instantly turned severe. you had shot him. neat, and completely intentional. he looked at you with disbelieving eyes, mouth opening and closing like he couldn’t quite figure out which words to throw at you first.

“we’re even now,” you told sweetly, and leaned in again, not to shoot this time, but to plant a kiss gently on his cheek. you set your rifle down and reached for the can of food sitting nearby, popping the lid and grabbing the plastic spoon. scooping up a chunk of mushy vegetables, you popped it into your mouth with a hum of satisfaction, chewing slowly as if what was in front of you didn’t include a guy cursing you out while clutching a fresh bullet wound. mattheo’s jaw clenched. “oh, so now you’re fuckin’ hungry?”

[wileys-russo]

Mapi & Ingrid “I was reading that” balcony

m.león & i.engen II sunkissed

you exhaled happily as finally the last cloud seemed to be blown away and the full force of the late afternoon portugal sun bathed you in an alluringly warm glow, stretching out with a small grunt before settling back into the lounger you were laid out on.

"shit." you mumbled, feeling about for your sunglasses but realizing you'd left them inside in your bag, having just gotten back from a day spent at the beach and not bothered to shower or unpack just yet.

having washed your hair the night before you'd opted out of a swim, spending time lazing about in the sun as your girlfriends took a dip in the ocean.

"go away!" you moaned as mapi returned first, laying herself down on your back causing you to wince at the icy cold droplets of seawater which rolled down your tanned, warm and once dry skin.

"you looked hot bebita, cooling you down." the spaniard mumbled, softly kissing your shoulder blade and exhaling, clearly not with any intention of moving off of you as you gave in with a roll of your eyes.

"ingrid!" you moaned in annoyance again as your other girlfriend returned a few moments later, both you and mapi cringing as she wrung out her hair, a steady stream of water raining down on the pair of you in result.

"you are both such children. go bury one another in the sand or something!" you grumbled unhappily, trying to shake mapi off as she sat up, your head resting on your folded arms.

you glanced up at the sound of lips meeting, watching the pair of them exchange a soft kiss as you huffed and returned to your previous position.

"you know mi amor you could get one too if you stopped being such a grump." mapi teased, hands gliding across your skin as she massaged gently at your shoulders which admittedly did feel good.

"m'not a grump, i just wanted to stay dry." you mumbled into your arm feeling ingrid lay down on her own towel beside you, poking at your nose as you cracked one eye open with a glare making her grin.

"well bebita then i'll remember that later when you're wet." mapi leaned down to whisper, kissing your cheek which warmed and flushed red knowing exactly what she meant, the defender getting up off of you and announcing she was going for a walk.

"amor." you groaned feeling the norweigan beside you poke at your nose again. "are you going to give me a kiss or are you going to keep being grumpy?" your girlfriend smiled in amusement as you sighed heavily and opened your eyes properly, corner of your own lips turning upward at the sight of her.

"i'll give you a kiss and then go back to being grumpy."

now finally back at the villa and your girlfriends eagerly racing off for showers to wash the salt water off their skin you'd settled on the balcony to soak up the dying rays of the late afternoon sun.

"have to do." you sighed, grabbing your book where you'd discarded it earlier this morning and opening it, laying it down across your face and sighing in relief as the rays were finally blocked out.

though of course your peace didn't last all that long.

"i was reading that." you sighed as the book was lifted off your face, wincing a little as you opened your eyes and were hit directly with a beam of sun, the sun a soft shade of orange as it hovered just on the horizon, half tucked into bed for the evening.

"no you weren't." ingrid chuckled smacking you on the leg with the book and tossing it onto the coffee table, gesturing for you to sit up.

you did so with an over exaggerated groan, earning you a tug on the ear as your girlfriend moved to pull the lounger up into a chair position and sat behind you, grabbing the other sun lounger and pulling it closer, setting her laptop down and flipping it open.

"the euros?" you asked with a stretch, ingrid nodding and kissing your neck softly as she leaned forward, chin resting on your shoulder as her arms circled around you to type away at the keyboard searching for a stream.

"you smell nice." you inhaled the scent of her bodywash with a smile, ingrid tapping the volume up a few notches before laying back a bit more, your body pulled into hers as you pushed your head back.

"oh now you want a kiss?" ingrid teased at your puckered lips, but bending down to press her own against them as you exhaled happily into her mouth.

you broke apart at the sound of the back door sliding open, your other girlfriend stepping out and scraping her damp hair up into a bun. "shuffle." the spaniard shooed her hands as both you and ingrid moved over enough to allow her some space to lay down on her side next to you.

her leg hooked over ingrids as all of your limbs entangled together and you stretched your neck back to kiss the defender a few times.

"mood improved then mi amor?" she teased running a hand through your hair as you hummed, head settled back against ingrids stomach, the norwegian mumbling things under her breath in her native tongue as her gaze was fixed on the game on the laptop in front of her.

your attention was ordered back to the dirty blonde pressed into your side as her rough calloused palm brushed your cheek, her thumb tugging down your bottom lip as hers curled into a wicked smile, other hand toying with the waistband of your shorts.

"so bebita...still determined to stay dry?"

[love-hs28]

Catch me if I fall

Summary: You learn the hard way that alcohol and an empty stomach don’t work well together, and adding partying to that mix was probably not a good idea. Don’t worry though, JJ is there to catch you when you fall. CW: Reader passes out & alcohol is present gn!reader A little routledge!reader but it doesn't effect the story Comfort 1.2k words Posted on: 5-25-24 masterlist

Enjoy!! As always, pls leave requests for me :)

You and the group were at a party one night at the boneyard, as usual. There’s people all around; kooks, 'tourons' as JJ likes to call them, and of course, pogues. The music is loud and people are dancing, especially Kie, Sarah, and you. JJ and John B are standing by the fire talking with some friends and Pope is flirting with a girl nearby, or at least, trying to. JJ occasionally glances over at you girls and smiles at you and your horrible dancing. There’s not a person in sight who doesn’t have a red cup or beer bottle in their hands, and everyone is having the time of their lives. 

After a while, you guys get tired of jumping around and decide to go sit by the water where there’s less people to try and cool off. You sit in the sand next to Kie while Sarah runs up to one of her old friends. You silently watch the water and the moon and just relax.

Again, after sitting for a while, the two of you get up and head back to the boys. You can feel the alcohol hitting now, even though you didn’t have a lot, and can feel the effects of it being in your stomach without any food. You hadn’t eaten hardly anything all day, and you were now beginning to regret that accidental decision. 

You, Kie, and Sarah go and sit on a log next to Pope and the two girls tease him about his flirting skills, or lack thereof, and you stare off into the fire and feel yourself getting dizzy.

You can’t tell exactly what you feel like, but it’s not good. You need to leave. You need JJ. 

You get up to walk towards him; he’s still talking to people with JB. You grab his sleeve and he turns to you and smiles. 

“Hey pretty,” Once he sees the look on your face though, his eye brows crease and he holds onto your arms. “Hey, what’s up?” 

“I don't - I don’t feel very good,” You mumble, starting to feel like if you don’t grasp onto his arm you’ll fall over.  

JJ’s face gets more worried and he leans down to your level to talk more privately. “Are you okay? Have you eaten anything today?”

You shake your head and hold onto his arm tighter, starting to feel more dizzy. “Just th- just the granola bar you gave me. But I really don’t feel good, I just, I think I wanna - I need to go home.”

JJ quickly nods and hands John B his drink, who now has his own concerned look on his face and asks what’s wrong. JJ shakes his head and puts an arm around your waist as you continue to hold onto him. 

“She just needs some air. I’m gonna take her home.”

John B nods and tosses JJ the keys; he trusts him to take care of you. 

JJ starts to lead you both towards the twinkie but you stop walking after a few steps. 

“What? What’s wrong? You okay?” 

You turn into him and tighten your grip on his shirt, shaking your head. You suddenly feel a rush of cold go through your body, and the next thing you know, you’re passing out and falling into him. 

“Shit, fuck. John B! Get over here!” JJ holds you and lowers you to the ground. 

Thankfully, you’d gotten far enough away as to not draw attention for a crowd, but not too far where John B couldn’t hear you. He immediately turns his head and rushes over when he sees JJ kneeling on the sand next to your limp body. Kie, Sarah, and Pope notice John B running and once they see what’s happened, they’re quick to follow. 

John B kneels beside you and brushes your hair out of your face to get a better look.

“What’s going on?” Kiara hurriedly asks as she kneels down next to you to get a closer look. Sarah sets her hands on John B’s shoulder’s and Pope kneels next to JJ. 

“I don’t know! She just - we were walking and she just passed out! I was gonna take her home, she said she wasn’t feeling good, I didn’t - I didn’t know what else to do, I didn’t know this was gonna happen.”

JJ breathes heavily and the worried look on his face only grows heavier. John B puts a hand on the side of your face and shakes his head. 

“It’s okay, she’s okay. This happens sometimes, when she forgets to eat or drink or just gets overworked. She should wake up in a few minutes. Sar, could you grab her a water, though? She should have it when she wakes up.”

Sarah quickly nods her head and runs over to a cooler by a group of people, returning a few seconds later with a cold water bottle. This is when you start to wake up. 

After falling, the next thing you know and remember is slowly opening your eyes, seeing everyone looking down at you. 

“Oh thank god,” You hear JJ sigh, and he brushes the hair out of your face. 

You groan and John B helps you slowly sit up and lean against JJ’s chest.

“What happened?” you murmur. 

JB shakes his head and rubs your arm. “You passed out, but you’re okay, JJ got you before you could fall and hurt yourself.”

You haphazardly grab JJ’s hand and weakly squeeze it, silently thanking him. 

“Are you okay?” Pope asks, and Sarah hands you the water. You nod. 

“I think so.” Your hands are shaky as you try to open the water, so JJ gently grabs it from you and helps you slowly take a drink. 

“You scared the shit out of me, Y/n.” 

You softly smile and rub your thumb against his hand. “I’m okay, Jay. Thanks for helping me.” 

He nods and shakes his head while rubbing a hand across his face, clearly stressed out. You start to try and stand up and Kie grabs your hand to help. JJ puts an arm around your waist, holding and supporting you tight. 

“I’m okay, Jay,” you smile up at him and kiss his cheek. He blushes a bit and softly laughs. 

“I know. Just wanna be safe.”

John B looks you over for a second. “You’ll be okay if JJ takes you home?”

You nod and brush some sand off your legs. “Yeah, of course.”

Everyone nods and after checking one more time, they head back to the party. JJ helps you get to the van and aids you in getting into the passenger side to finally take you home. He’s extra gentle with you the whole night, and doesn’t rest until he’s positive that you’re comfortable and sound asleep next to him. 

a/n: Hope you enjoyed!! I've been on a obx kick recently with summer coming up, so expect more JJ content to come and PLS send your requests!! Love ya <3

xoxo

[koenigami]

fucking finally. tags : pure fluff, fem!reader, childhood friends to lovers trope wc : 1,5k synopsis : one single word is sometimes enough to change everything a/n : oh how i missed writing for my baby boy

"Come on, set for me!" Bokuto's heavy arm hooks around your neck as he pulls you into his side, the grown man looking at you with big bright puppy eyes. "Pleeaaase, Y/n."

You sigh at his antics, and eye the net across the street. Initially, this was supposed to be a calm evening walk with your best friend after you had picked him up from practice. Yet, you must admit that it is your own fault for thinking that you can combine the words "calm" and "Bokuto" in one coherent sentence. The weak smile you offer him as you exhale defeatedly is enough for him to sprint over to the sand volleyball court, and pull a ball out of his duffle bag.

He guides you to the other side of the net, enthusiastically explaining how to toss him the ball, how to dig it once he hits it, reminding you to keep a proper stance -

You scoff. As if you haven’t spent half of your free time observing him like a hawk during games and practices. You wouldn’t call yourself good at volleyball per se, but for an amateur you’re not too bad either.

And so your little play time goes on like this for a little while, the ball flying back and forth between the both of you. And before you know it the sun has almost set, painting the sky in a reddish orange hue.

"Kou, it’s getting late. I think we should head home." You tilt your head as you pout at him, stuffing your hands in the back pockets of your jeans. You'd be lying if you said that you weren't a little out of breath.

"Hm? Don’t tell me you’re already tired." He grins mischievously. You know what he’s doing, because if there’s something worse than his puppy eyes, than it is him using your ego against you. He watches you flip him off before you get back into position as he mumbles to himself. “That’s my girl.”

The dull sound of Bokuto’s palm slapping against the ball sounds through the empty court as you watch it hurtle towards you at a speed that you usually only get to witness from the sidelines. With the little reflexes that you have, you manage to duck and dodge the ball. It whizzes past your ear like a bullet before it slams into the sand, right before the end line.

Besides the few birds chirping and cars passing by, you don’t hear any other noise as you stare at him, shock clearly written all over your face. "Damn." Bokuto rubs the back of his head sheepishly, a nervous smile stretched over his face. He fucked up. "What a service ace, huh?"

And that’s it for you. The exhaustion that you’ve been feeling after such a long day turns into irritation, and you don’t even offer him a last glance when you simply turn around and stomp off.

"Shit." He quickly gathers his stuff and hurries after you, nearly stumbling over his own feet as he clumsily makes his way across the sand. Were you always this fast? "Y/n, wait. I swear, I didn't realise I hit it that hard!"

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see him deflate visibly when he eventually catches up with you. He pleads for your attention, to look at him as he talks to you and apologizes, or at least acknowledge his presence. Yet you simply look ahead of you and do none of those things as you keep a petty pout on your face. All while trying to ignore his way too adorable face.

"Oh, come on. I said I was sorry." He all but nearly whines while he wildly gesticulates with his arms as if to prove his point. Something about the way you're ignoring him doesn't sit right with him. If it were anyone else, he'd probably laugh about it but when it comes to you? Bokuto's not sure how to explain it to himself but your cold shoulder feels like a bullet wound in his chest. You, who always laughs at his silly antics and remarks. You, whom he has the best insider jokes with. You, who has never made him feel like being too much.

"Babe!"

It slips out of his mouth, and he briefly has to check his surroundings to make sure that he's not in a fever dream. Because why the heck would he say that? His wide eyes fall to his hand and the way it shakes the slightest bit before he cards it through his hair and down his face. All those years, he managed to keep his silly little crush at bay, since having you as a friend in his life is better than not at all. Yet, all it took was one single slip up to ruin everything.

He fails to notice that you have long since frozen in place, the gears inside your head turning as you wondered whether you might have heard him wrong. You have not.

"What was that?" His eyes are focused on the ground beneath him, though he can't help but cringe as he clearly discerns the teasing and mischievous smile in your voice. Of course you won't let him off that easy.

"What was what?" He laughs nervously, rubs the back of his neck, and you notice how his eyes seem to wander without ever meeting yours. All your previous annoyance has faded away at the sight of Bokuto standing there, nervously playing with the cords on his hoodie, and reminding you a little of his younger self.

You bite back the growing smile on your face as you walk back towards him and step into his field of vision, not giving him a chance to escape you. Because something inside you decides that this is probably the only chance you'll get.

Your heels raise off the ground as you lean over towards him. So close to him, you notice how good he smells. He must have taken a quick shower after practice. Warm, a little prickly from the light stubble along his jaw, and so so right. That's how the short peck you give him feels before you're already walking backwards with a bright grin on your face while eyeing his shocked expression.

A laugh bubbles up your throat when you see realisation hit him of what you just did. Yet you don't expect him to recover so quickly, because your laugh soon dies down as he shoots you his own challenging grin before taking slow tentative steps towards you.

Then you run.

Your hear his loud stomps as he's immediately on your feet while calling out to you, boasting about how you can't just do something like that and run away, about how he's going to get you, that you can't run forever. And you know that you can't. You've tried for so long to escape your feelings, and this time it seems like you failed big time. And apparently so did he.

"Kou, wait no!-" Shrieks and giggles sound through the almost completely empty street once he catches up with you right in front of your apartment building. His hands wander all over your sides, your stomach, your neck- Once Bokuto ceases his tickling assault, there's nothing left but the sound of your quick breaths, chests heaving quickly while you both just stare at each other with adoration, longing, relief. So many emotions and neither of you is sure what to do with them.

"Shit, I think my heart's going to jump out of my chest." He admits with a sheepish chuckle, and grasps your hands as he guides it up to his chest. Your palm slides over the soft fabric, and then you feel it. It's beating so fast that you wonder whether it should worry you. "Can I-"

His words die on his tongue as the tiny little voice of reason inside his head tells him that it might be too early. Maybe it's neither the time nor the place, and another tinier voice in his head, called insecurity, tells him that you're just playing with him, that-

And for the second time that evening, you take his breath away when you mould your lips against his, ever so softly and gently as if you yourself were testing the waters and making sure that this is truly something you both mutually want. But his eagerness is proof enough. His tongue leaves a wet trail along your lower lip while his hands grip your waist tightly in a way that makes it seem as if he was scared that you'd slip through his hands and disappear forever into nothingness.

Only when your lungs start to burn with the lack of oxygen, you eventually part, still so out of breath yet maybe a little more maddly in love than before.

"So- babe, huh?" You tilt your head and speak so quietly as if you were telling him a secret. His fingers smooth down your hair, trying to tame the strands that have been messed up by the wind, and during his little attack.

"Oh, you have no idea." Bokuto rasps, his nose wrinkles the slightest bit as he shoots you a handsome grin before his lips find their way on yours again. He's finally got you, and he's sure to never let you go.

[sainzzrris]

Beach Day

R. Cameron x reader

category: fluff

warnings: past drug use mention, teary rafe

summary: family day at the beach

a/n: sorry for it being so short, i’m lwk depressed so i’ve got no motivation lol love this man though

“baby, she’s gonna be cold and get sick…” rafe muttered annoyed from the sand, watching you and your baby sit together on the shallow water, only small waves hitting your feet.

“rafe, handsome, it’s not even cold out, she’s having the time of her life” you chuckle, watching the toddler splash water around.

the older cameron snickers, walking over to you, “should we re-apply sunscreen-”

“rafe, jesus christ! can you stop freaking out and have some fun with us? everything is fine, i promise.” you interrupt.

“right- right- sorry i just wanna make sure im doing everything right…”

“love, you’re the best dad ever, stop stressing so much, otherwise you’re gonna spend more time freaking out than with your daughter” you reason, gently, but making sure your message gets through.

he sighs, finally sitting down beside you, pulling his shirt off, “you’re right, sorry baby…”

“don’t apologize, you’re good” you smile, kissing his cheek.

he smiles, holding your cheek, pulling your face as to properly kiss him. in between pecks, your daughter giggles, poking her dad’s chest, trying to get his attention.

rafe grabs a hold of her, poking her belly too, making her laugh, throwing herself against the water.

as he laughs and shakes her playfully, the water continues to hit her body, eventually getting into her eyes. now, any other kid would’ve gotten slightly scared and their parents would clean their eyes and they’d go back to normal. not your daughter, her dramatic genes (she probably got from her father) made her hysterically scream and cry, throwing a tantrum.

rafe though, started freaking out. immediately pulling her up into his arms and running over to your bag where bottles of water were sitting.

when the stinging in her eyes stopped and she calmed down, rafe looked up from the sun chair he sat on, his lost puppy eyes and lip pouted.

“hey, it’s okay, honey. she’s alright, everyone’s got salt water in their eyes at least once” you tried comforting, but it was no use.

“but it was my fault, i let the stupid ocean hurt my baby girl- see i told you this wasn’t a good idea…” he rambled.

“rafe, handsome, it’s okay, accidents happen. all she’ll remember is how her daddy saved her, okay? you’re good.” you chuckled softly, rubbing his back as he gazed down at the baby snuggled in his arms. “it’s late and she was getting fussy anyway, the sun’s already setting, let’s go home, yeah?”

the older man nodded, wrapping a towel around the baby girl, holding her against his body, rocking her gently. you chuckled, grabbing the bags and car keys.

when you finally got home, rafe made sure to feed her properly and give her a nice shower before tucking her in, wanting to "compensate" for his earlier mistake.

after coming down the stairs, rafe sits beside you on the couch, your hand instinctively rubbing against his buzz cut.

he sighs, resting his head against your shoulder. “i’m scared of messing up…”

“messing what up?” you ask, leaning forward to look at him.

“this whole fatherhood thing… what if im not a good dad?”

“rafe, sweetie, you went through so much trouble with your dad, i’m sure you know what our daughter does and doesn’t need in a dad…” you attempt to comfort, kissing his forehead.

“still, what if i mess up? what if i neglect her enough to make her do drugs like me? what if—”

“rafe.” you interrupted, “don’t ever say something like that. you fell into that because of multiple reasons, we won’t let her, okay? you didn’t have your mom to turn to… so even if you accidentally neglect her — which i’ll make sure you don’t — i’ll be there for her. and look at you, even though you fell into that you’re here, doing well, with your own business, wife and kid. everything will be fine, alright? i’m right here with you…”

“thank you, sweetheart. i know that as long as you’re with me everything will be alright. thank you for always being here for me…”

“of course, i love you more than anything, rafe” you nod, cupping his cheeks.

his slightly glossy eyes close as his chin, tucked into a pout, trembles. you instantly hug him, kissing his head and rubbing his back repeatedly, whispering soft words to him.

“i love you more, gorgeous”

you chuckle softly, kissing him.

[sunflw3rbouquet]

100 days, time flies

lads love interests x male reader

note: each section around 200 words, kissing them, lwk platonic xavier?, sylus is taller than reader, caleb’s is kind of a flashback, ooc for everyone but zayne and possibly caleb i fear! tw: n/a!

…sun✰ hit 100 days today so i thought i would write smth for all the li’s

xavier shinunoga e-wa-fujii kaze

a card and a bouquet rested on y/n’s desk. he saw it the second he walked into the UNICORN’s headquarters, a smile gracing his lips. he looked around, trying to find his someone in the office, only to be met with nothing. sitting down at the desk, y/n smiled happily as he opened the envelope, being as careful as he could so the wax seal didn’t break.

dear y/n,

congrats on 100 days at the headquarters. you’re a very good partner, and you make my days much more interesting.

please stay safe. i don’t like it when you get hurt.

xavier.

the letter was a soft purple, the scent of lavender gracing his nose. did xavier put the paper by his lavender oil? his eyes switched over to the bouquet, white specks of light glimmering around the flowers. lily of the valley, the flower y/n always said looked like xavier.

”do you like it?” a voice asked, y/n turning around to meet xavier’s timid gaze. the smile on y/n’s lips grew brighter, stretching until his teeth were exposed.

”i love it, xavier. come here.” y/n spoke, xavier quickly walking forward to envelop the recently standing y/n in a tight hug. he pet y/n’s hair, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek, a small grin greeting his face as he heard y/n’s soft giggles.

i love it. that was the same as an i love you, right?

zayne 感受她-kun

light peaked through the curtains, a cold, winter morning greeting the world with its calming presence. the scent of coffee filled the apartment as zayne shuffled in the kitchen, the sleep barely rubbed from his eyes before he left to go fill his cup with the drink. his feet slid against the hardwood floors, the feeling sending a cold rush up his spine. the clock on the wall read 5:37, the city still waking from its slumber.

as zayne returned to the bedroom, he saw y/n stirring in the bed, his eyes fluttering. zayne joined him at the side of the bed, his eyes glancing over his boyfriend’s form, the softest smile gracing his face.

“zayne?” y/n asked softly, eyes blinking awake as his drowsiness faded. instead of responding zayne moved closer, leaning over the man to put his coffee down on the side table. he reached to take y/n’s hand into his grasp, fingers rubbing the skin gently. y/n let out a soft sigh, smile gracing his lips as he relaxed into the touch.

the world seem to slow down as zayne sat with y/n, eventually joining the man again under the covers as he sipped his coffee, allowing the morning to come at him slowly.

“happy 100 days, dear.” he whispered, y/n lazily looking up to place a kiss to zayne’s lips, zayne happily accepting the affection with a smile.

rafayel still with you-jungkook

the waves crashed against the shore, the sun about to sink under and join the water. rafayel’s hand was clasped with y/n’s, swinging his arms back and forth. their feet touched the sand, water wading back up and down as it reached the shore and retreated back to its home.

”finally, we’re both free to go on a walk again.” rafayel spoke, a smile on his lips as he turned to y/n, face illuminated by the setting sun. y/n nodded, his head leaning to rest on his boyfriend’s shoulder, the cotton in his dress shirt smooth against his cheek. 

“i’ve missed you, fish.” y/n spoke, his hand squeezing rafayel’s tightly. the man responded with a loud giggle, his eyes glimmering as he stopped, free hand going to wrap around y/n’s waist.

”i’ve missed you too.” rafayel looked into y/n’s eyes, trying to understand every thought and emotion up in his mind. “you’re too busy, it’s not fair.” he stopped for a moment, taking in a deep breath. i’m happy we could spend these 100 days together.” he continued, allowing y/n to rub his hair like he was a cat. no words needed to be said as rafayel connected their lips, the setting sun warming their bodies as it set on their special day.

sylus the walls-chase atlantic

clinking glasses full of expensive wines and the loud chatter of party guests fill the event hall. sylus’s hand grazes y/n’s hip, a soft smile on his lips as he takes a sip from his own glass, listening to someone important talking about something irrelevant that y/n didn’t care about. sylus’ voice was calm and deep, his persona fitting perfectly with his black suit and burgundy tie.

”sylus, would you like to go outside?” y/n asked, his pleading gaze meeting sylus’. sylus sighed, excusing himself from the conversation with a smile. his hand shifted from y/n’s waist to hold his hand, their shoulders brushing against each other as they exited to the balcony.

y/n stared at sylus, the lights of faraway linkon city illuminating his side profile, highlighting his beauty. “i feel like i haven’t gotten to talk to you a lot today, even though it’s our special day.” y/n spoke, a pout beginning to form on his lips as sylus shifted his gaze to look at y/n.

”i’m sorry, sweetie. today was supposed to be about you and me, but i ended up having to work.” he sighed, squeezing y/n’s hand. “i love you. these last 100 days have been amazing.” sylus was a smooth talker, and y/n took this as an apology in a minute. he scooted himself closer to sylus, leaning into the man with a smile. 

“i guess i forgive you.” y/n said, sylus leaning down to press a kiss to y/n’s lips, sealing their love. and like always, y/n didn’t resist.

caleb apocalypse-cigarettes after sex

boxes filled up caleb’s new house. maybe a better word was apartment, as caleb’s recruit housing was extremely small. it was still home, however, and y/n was happy to be there with caleb.

”did you see the tv remote anywhere? the new episode of the show we’re watching is out!” y/n yelled, caleb exiting the bathroom with a towel covering his wet hair, sweatshirt and sweatpants clinging to his body. he stared at y/n displeased, a small frown on his lips.

“i thought you were here to help me unpack. you can’t just come here and steal my tv.” caleb sternly answered, y/n sighing, flopping against the couch.

”caleb- please!” y/n begged, caleb sighing as he joined him on the couch. his hand went to wrap around y/n’s shoulders, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

”i guess.” he started, pulling away. “i mean, you’ll have to dig through all the boxes. i don’t even know if i have a remote anymore.” y/n stared back at him, ignoring the heat starting to bloom on his cheeks as he tried to understand what was going on in caleb’s mind. caleb leaned forward, pressing a soft and quick kiss onto hi lips. y/n paused for a second in shock, his vision then getting cut off as the towel that was on caleb’s head now covering y/n’s face.

”caleb!” y/n yelled, standing up as he heard caleb run away. he pulled the towel off of his head, running into the hallway after caleb, a bright smile gracing his lips.

ty for being patient!! im back now yay 1257 words 100 days of you, and i couldn’t be happier!

[divinees]

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 | distant!hyuck x heartbroken!reader

↳ wc: 940 words

synop: after a heated argument with your (ex) boyfriend that led to your break up, your cold and forever awkward bestfriend finds you at the beach, and tries his utmost best to make it up to you.

an: my first ever fic AHHH!! im pretty nervy about this and how it turned out and even though i checked, there’s probably some grammar mistakes that escaped me….ignore those plis…but i mean its all for fun and shits and giggles so who cares anyways ….enjoy i guess!! ^^

the light blue sky was filled will spread out clouds that blocked rays of sunlight to fall on the languid sea, waves rolling in slow and heavy. it was a relatively good day. sunshine spilling everywhere before all of this happened…

your now ex boyfriend broke up with you in a frenzy, in a heated argument where he admitted that he cheated on you and threw profanities left and right, a kind you would have never thought you’d hear from him, out of all people.

tears had already wet your face multiple times, and god were you tired. so tired of today already. but there was only one place you could possibly go to calm your racing thoughts before inevitably sinking into your mess of a bed, ridden with clothes and the rancid smell of him. the beach.

your car keys were probably still in the ignition, your phone half-buried into the damp sand, your blouse tied around your waist as your skin was exposed to the now chilly weather, left in only a black camisole. but who cared anyways? no one was at the beach in the middle of september, sat there all slumped with poorly wiped away mascara and a destroyed self-esteem.

no one but the one person you knew would find you sooner or later. the one person you can recognize just from his timid steps and the round shinchan keychain hitting against his car keys. the one person that now stands besides you, peering down at your seated figure, eyes scrambling at the thrown phone which would go off every 5 minutes with new texts from your friends, and your neighbors which had seen the full argument unfold before storming off here.

you knew he wouldn’t speak first. he never did. as much as donghyuck was your best friend, he would never change, and you just had to accept that. he had always been cold and distant in a way that drove you insane, but he still always succeeds to let you know he also has your back no matter what.

never once did he peep a word about your relationship. the only thing he did was comfort you silently when you went through another rough argument with your ex, leaving you to sniffle and sigh in the quietness of his apartment, one blanket thrown over the both of you as he would manspread and cross his legs in the most relaxed matter, allowing your head to hit his shoulder when the crying hit too hard on your body.

but that’s all there was. and sometimes it did infuriate you. to an unfathomable degree. in a time where you needed at least an “you’re ok”, he stood there. and guilt enveloped your whole being when you thought like this. you had known him since forever. it was too late to change now. so with the unfleeting thought that he would simply sit in your presence, you didn’t even bother to look up at him.

“you have goosebumps.” he states with an awkward tone, now joining you on the cold sand. another notification hits, and he eyes it again before reaching over to turn it off and shaking all the sand out of the charging port. your eyes stay unmoving from the sea, expression unreadable.

“i know.” the wind picks up that hits your unclothed skin again, making the man next to you wince internally. in a swift movement, he reaches around your waist, catching you off guard as you finally look him in the eye, feeling your blouse slip off as his act now forces both of you into close proximity. feeling him fumble with your blouse, he tries his utmost best to keep eye contact.

“um, you should really wear this...” immediately as the blouse comes free, he backs away, scratching the back of his head as he diverts his eyesight to anywhere but you. the last thing he needed was you in his peripheral after that. he could feel you burning holes on the side of his face, before he finally speaks again.

“i heard about the…argument.” his head is now bowed, sitting criss cross on the sand as he picks on his sleeve or does really anything to escape your fiery gaze. “i really don’t want a recap, hyuck.” his eyes slightly widen as he hears your raspy voice from all the crying before returning back to his still expression.

“i just wanted to give you this. just incase.” in the sand rests a purple crystal, or also what science would call an amethyst. in a world of many beliefs, you had always chosen to settle yourself into these fine crystals and gems, knowing all their meanings and having a massive collection of them. but potent warmth spreads against your chest as you figured that donghyuck had done research to get you a crystal that brought in calming energy and helped relieve emotional pain, just in time after your breakup.

although you had as many amethyst as stars in the sky, you took this in your palm with such frailty, donghyuck thought the crystal was defected. “you probably know what it means…” he tries his best to fill in the silence, clearly too much out of his comfort zone to realize how much you treasured it. “it’s beautiful, hyuck.” a big smile spreads against your mascara smeared face, another breeze hitting both of you as thin strands of hair blew into your vision, his own rising and meeting your eyes with much more comfort.

and you swear you could see a subtle smile on his once stoic face.

[assortedvillainvault]

thanks for the lovely response!! originally, i rediscovered your account by searching pitch black x reader, so I was wondering if you'd write for him?? How about a pitch who used to terrorize and the scare the living hell out of the reader 🤣 (all in good, fun banter of course!!) And the reader eventually grows used to him and ends up loving his company, but-

one day, out of the blue he just up and disappears! Just like that. The reader gets worried, and it turns out he did it because he thought it would be for the readers own good, because in the end, she's still human. she would still end up passing wayy before him. Now that I think abt it, it sounds a lot like it's more for him than her, actually?? Anyways. Jack frost ends up getting involved somehow and finds out about this, goes to confront pitch who's an absolute miserable mess, and one thing leads to another, and Jack's comment of "wow you're afraid," triggers him somehow and he goes to face the reader who's angry at him, rightfully so, and they make up??

It could be in hcs or whatever format which would be most comfortable for u. Of course, I realize this is a very demanding and long request, so u obviously don't have to do it if it hinders you in any way!! Once again, love you and your writing ❤️❤️ wish you the best

I do indeed write for Pitch! I love this stupid lanky bastard- mostly because you know that behind every interaction there is a 3 part act and a soliloquy of desperation because he lives in a cave and can’t even touch grass without getting weird about it.

Pitch x Reader - Disappearing Act

Pitch you BASTARD.

You missed him so much it ached.

Years of your life he had spent dipping in and out of your nights, scaring the absolute piss out of you well into your twenties.

Slowly though, nightmares that had once been borderline torture became spooky weekly catch ups, his laugh leading you through mortal terror into something...not nice, but tolerable as you slept. You’d while away whole nights chatting, playing, stealing time, and now he just-!

You roll back onto your bed with a scowl, wiping your eyes harshly. He hadn’t shown up in weeks.

Ironically, your nightmares now revolve around his absence, or him being hurt nearby, his voice ringing out in pain through your subconscious maze - but no matter which way you turn you only get further away, your efforts fruitless.

You wake every time to find no trace of black sand, and it makes you want to cry and hit something.

Maybe the conveniently sheepish looking shadow on your bedroom floor, with a shit eating white haired child sat on his back, would be a good target.

“Pitch?! And, uh, who the fuck-”

The white haired child cheerfully waved his shepherd’s crook, and you felt a winter’s brisk breeze gleefully whiz around the room. “Hi! Name’s Jack Frost – nice to meet you – here on boogeyman special delivery service!” He gleefully bonked the staff down and froze Pitch’s arms to the ground with a crackle. Pitches voice ticked into the kind of strangled swearing you’ve only been able to manage when you accidentally got too mushy and turned his sand golden.

Jack skipped to his feet and dived for the window. “He’s got something he wants to saaaayyy!!! Bye bye!” Aaaaand he’s gone in a swirl of snowflakes.

You turn back to the scrabbling form of your longtime headache, still awkwardly stuck to the floor via his hands and forearms. Pitch caught your gaze for a second before turning away, mortified.

You sighed, sitting next to him. “Hello stranger. Been a while.” You plapped your hand on the ice, hissing at the cold as it began to melt a little faster. “...missed you.”

Pitch jerked around, golden eyes wide and oooh, was that guilt? That looked a lot like guilt, but you wouldn’t know given how he normally looked haughtily down at the world via his nose.

He chuckled humourlessly, biting out his answer. “...You shouldn’t.”

Ah. One of those bouts of self pity and needless flagellation was it? Well.

Luckily you’ve developed a longstanding tactic for such events.

You snorted and flopped elegantly on top of him, squishing him down and snuggling in even as he sputtered. “Well. I do. Despite your best efforts.” You poked him in his gaunt ribs, taking full advantage of the fact his hands are stuck to really snuggle in there as the room becomes swallowed in shadow. Good luck escaping with you in limpet mode, Pitch. You figured out ages ago he can’t teleport away if you’re holding onto him.

“C’mon, love.” You squeezed gently. “Talk to me.”

Pitch grumbled and sighed as though opening his mouth was tantamount to the world collapsing around his ears. Your weight on top of him always made his head go fuzzy, and you’re distractingly, stupidly warm.

You wait a little longer. The world doesn’t end when the words quietly come.

[multiheadcanons]

MERCS AND SNOW

scout: scout doesn’t mind the cold! he’s just skinny, so he starts shaking quick. wears the same sweater/coat combo. no scarf, no boots. please get this tall child some winter clothes. the first to go outside and start making and throwing snowballs, making snow angels and snowmen, he in general has a fun time in the snow. stares at the sky while the snow is pouring down, and remembers his days as a crazy kid in boston, making trouble and getting deliriously sick from being underdressed in the cold. goes back inside when the wind kicks up. it’s when he misses his friends back home. normally the team will join him outside for some winter fun, and it means a lot more to him than he’ll ever admit.

soldier: soldier is optimal in all conditions! a little sprinkle isn’t gonna take him down! until he gets horribly sick from the temperature being below fifty degrees fahrenheit and should be out of commission but instead he uses the opportunity to hawk loogies at his opponents to stun them. loves a good sledding opportunity. puts ice in his snowballs so they hurt more. crazy enough everyone actually enjoys it more. they all fight for a living, so it’s natural they find enjoyment in it. and frankly, a tiny bruise is nothing when you have experienced being blown to pieces. both teams will come together to make a big day of it. soldier compares it to the christmastime truces.

pyro: snow HATERRRRR. they barely tolerate the rain. they hate the cold. they hate the crunch. they hate how it sticks to their clothes and soaks them slowly. they hate the idea of hypothermia. but god dammit, if going outside to play with the team makes them happy then it’s their god diddly damn duty to do it. wears like ten layers on top of their suit. every year, as the snow begins to come in, pyro lies to themselves so hard and deludes themselves with the team’s eagerness in the snow. they listen to the winter carols. watch the cute winter movies. but the second they see those stupid fat ice crystals float from the sky the illusion is shattered. and they are over it the second it starts. winters is when pyro gets the most aggressive, in all senses of the term. they are not as willing to play nicely or fairly, on or off the field. they are easily aggravated, even their attempts to help their team are done in states of irritation. that’s also because normally, the second winter hits pyro is sick. with a cold, or the flu. it’s not normally something that is easily caught by the team until they hear a muffled sneeze.

engineer: engie can get down with about a week, maybe two weeks of snow. after that he’s also over it. engie’s job doesn’t stop because there’s snow on the ground. he’s got things to do, and places to go to grab what he needs. medic and heavy are the only people on the base who are confident snow drivers, who come from snowy, dreary countries, and have driven long enough to have the experience to back up the confidence. but engie would never step in a car with medic unless it was an imminent, world ending emergency; and he wouldn’t even know how to ask heavy to take him where he needs to go, let alone tell him how to get there. and hauling a wagon through inches of snow gets exhausting. and staying inside gets him stir crazy. he starts giving pyro, fellow snow hater, shit to do with him so he doesn’t lose his mind. the first time engie admitted to pyro he hated the snow, pyro let out a vindicated “THANK YOU, OH MY GOD”. he has one winter coat. it is that camel color that is always labeled like “desert sand” in men’s wear. that’s the only change for the snowy months. sometimes spy will join pyro and engie, and though he gets a little suspicious, he welcomes it. sometimes he’s got good ideas.

heavy: he is in his element in the snow. like those pictures of huskies and pyrenees sitting outside during blizzards. that’s literally where he’s supposed to be. it never gets cold enough to phase him, though his cheeks and nose get red. takes long walks when the snow is thick. enjoys the silence of snowfall. winter wardrobe EATS. ABSOLUTELY GOBBLES. he looks so good in his fur coat, hood up, gloves on, nose buried under a thick wool scarf, and all you can see are his pale blue eyes peering through, framed by snow on his lashes, scanning his surroundings. sometimes he won’t button the coat and you see a simple, neutral colored, well fitted sweater… mmMMM. the silhouette of this beast of a man walking through snow stops most people in their tracks. he looks likes he’s meant to be on a snowy backdrop. just looks real pretty as he stares out into a white abyss and thinks, keeping a steady pace as he walks through the snow. doesn’t do a lot of playing in it. just walks and relishes in the moments of familiarity as the snow begins to form a blanket on him. can sit outside for hours. well into the dark. before he gives a warm sigh and goes inside.

demo: demo, being from scotland, is used to dreary dogshit weather. he doesn’t love it, but he’s used to it. keeps a thick trench coat and long johns ON. easily swayed by scout’s eager calls for a snowball fight. the alcohol running through his blood at any time allows him to feel warmer than he actually is. s tier snowman maker. he’ll make small snowballs to put in his eye socket. it freaks everyone else out except snipes and medic. they eat it up. snipes finds it cool like a kid does with bugs. medic finds it hilarious. demo also personally assigns himself on drink duty when the temperatures dip. makes a killer homemade apple cider, and is effective at making a hot toddy. he heavy handed with the liquor, so the mercs will normally only take one (1), which is enough for all of them to have a good time. scout tried to push that and gave himself alcohol poisoning. another big sledder. kicks soldier down the hill whenever he’s asked. has once tipped pyro over in their mass of layered clothes and watched them roll down the hill. the only reason pyro didn’t get up and start fighting demo on the spot is because everyone else thought it was hilarious. demo did apologize quickly afterwards though, with the excuse of they were right on the edge and he couldn’t withstand the temptation, and made them some cider so they could warm up inside.

medic: while not as comfortable in the snowy wasteland as heavy, medic is also in his element in heavy winters. he’s a city boy, so to be out at the base staring at white sheets of snow with nothing breaking it up is a little outside where he is hit with nostalgia. has such a good time outside with his team in the snow. HARD HITTER with a snowball and DEADLY accuracy. once he found out soldier was putting ice in his snowballs he followed suit very quickly. he loves the snowball fights because he, unless he is wholly uninterested in doing his job as a field medic (which he is sometimes), does not get to do a lot of fighting on the battlefield. so to “fight” without it affecting his quota, or affecting his team is such a relief. it normally does devolve into wrestling, but it’s all in good fun. medic also enjoys a long walk through the snow. he goes out of his way to avoid crossing heavy’s path, he knows the man loves his winters, and the silence that comes with it. though, sometimes he’ll catch a glimpse of his form, walking through the snow, and he’s stunned at the specimen before him. it’s almost like a mirage. winter wardrobe consists of thick wool turtlenecks.

sniper: sniper is not a winter guy, for the most part. the cold keeps him out of his van, which is generally his favorite place to be, and in the base, which is generally not his favorite place to be. but the base is warmer more often than his van is, and he doesn’t have a lot of meat on his bones to be picking fights with mother nature like that. he also doesn’t have a very good winter wardrobe. he ends up just putting on as many layers as he can and calls it a day. the piss jars go unused in the winter. past that, though, the changes that come about his team are godsends to him. it’s the few times he and medic get along. one time, he, the doctor, and demo all got drunk and made bets to see who could land an eyeball sized snowball in demo’s eye socket. snipes beat medic by one toss, putting his total attempt tally at two fails and a success. snipes was kinda going through it mentally at the time, and something about having a normal, positive interaction with the doctor that didn’t devolve into him asking for a third of his lung lifted his spirits. he likes to cut loose with his team in the snow. also an enjoyer of The Sled. he forces whoever he can on one and sends them flying down the hill. most of the team really enjoy it, those who participate. pyro does not, at all. spy does not, at all.

spy: another snow haterrrr but not nearly to the extent that pyro is. you will not see spy outside rarely, if ever, during the wet and cold seasons. you’ve either gotta be something or be offering something really special to get him to even walk out the door. though, the last time he graced his team with his presence during a red/blu snowball fight, he came up with the idea for the spysicle, after seeing how much both pyros hated the cold, and got engie on board with making the theme work. will occasionally sit with pyro inside, so that pyro doesn’t feel peer pressured into going outside if they don’t want to. also likes to show pyro by example that “no” is a full sentence when pyro asks if he’ll go outside in the snow with them. every year, pyro refuses more and more often to go outside, and every year, spy considers saying yes to going out in the snow more and more. still says no, though. will find things for pyro and him to do inside. like bother engie. that’s both of their favorite things to do… as you go very far down their lists of favorite things to do.

[brandoscomet]

hiii!! 🫀again!!

here with another request :))) I don’t mind if it takes a while though, I’m sure you have lots of requests you can totally take your time <33 I love your stuff!!! Make sure to take time for yourself and drink water and all that good stuff!!

anyways something fluffy with Johnny maybe?? Like you’re just cuddling and being soft?? Sighs dreamily

sorry to ask so soon after another ask I just had the Johnny brainworms (it’s terminal)

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Hiiii 🫀non!! You’re so sweet, I love seeing you pop up in my inbox!I can absolutely feed your Johnny brainworms <3 (they’re totally contagious and you gave them to me. What have you done.) And don’t worry about sending me requests so often, I don’t mind one bit! Y’all are free to send me stuff whenever you want , as often as you want!

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Peace — Johnny Joestar x reader

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“Okay guys, I think I’m gonna call it quits for tonight. Are we all set to head out after sunrise tomorrow?”

“Yeah.”

“Sweet. Night, you two.”

“Night, Gyro.”

Gyro slipped into his tent, ending the conversation. As you stamped out the fire and packed away your stuff, you looked over at Johnny, who was still sitting by the now-unlit campfire.

“Man, it’s cold tonight…” he said. The desert was quiet, save for the sound of Gyro’s snoring and a burrowing owl somewhere off in the distance.

“Yeah. Wanna stay in my tent?”

“Do you even have to ask that question?”

You chuckled to yourself, walking over to Johnny. He looked up at you with his arms outstretched, and you squatted down in front of him. He wrapped his arms around your neck as you put one of your arms in the crook of his knees and the other under his shoulders, lifting him up and holding him bridal-style.

“I’m so glad Gyro isn’t awake right now, he’d NEVER let me live this down.” You and johnny chuckled to each other, and he pulled himself even closer to you. “It’s better than you having to drag yourself through the sand though, right?”

“Yeah. I’d rather get made fun of by Gyro than have to do that. It’s so much work.”

You ducked into your tent, setting Johnny down and climbing into your bedroll. After a few moments of digging through his bag, he joined you. He climbed on top of you, his head on your chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You brought your hand up onto his back, running your nails from the base of his spine, across his back, up his neck and to the top of his head over and over. He hummed in content and breathed a sigh of relief.

“What should we do after the race, Johnny?” You asked.

“I d’nno…… go on a date somewhere real nice…. Move in together…… get married…..” he mumbled.

“I’d like that.” You replied. You sat up a bit, pressing kisses to the top of his head while you continued scratching his back. Johnny felt like he was in heaven, lifting his head to meet your face with his. His soft, tired smile absolutely melted your heart. Time seemed to slow down as he brought his lips to yours, kissing you gently. Lovingly. And as you pulled away, you felt that the only things on the planet right then were you and him. Holding each other, keeping each other warm in the harsh coldness of the wild American desert. Neither you nor him had ever felt this way about anyone before, and through spending so much time with him, you realized that if you married anybody, it would be Johnny.

Johnny, while standoffish at first, had made your heart jump as soon as you first met him — and unbeknownst to you, he’d felt the same way.

You had unbeatable chemistry and hit it off as soon as he realized you were gonna be sticking around as a permanent fixture of him and Gyro’s group. You had confided in each other, laughed together, cried together, fought alongside one another. In the short time you’d known each other, your feelings and his had both budded into something better than either of you could have ever imagined. So here you were now, cuddling with him under the night sky.

“You make me feel so relaxed… I don’t think I could ever conk out on anybody else like this. I love you, Y/N.”

Oh! That was new. Your heart jumped when those words came out of his mouth. Neither of you had ever said that before.

“I love you too, Johnny.”

He kissed you again, this time bringing his hand up to cup your face, admiring you after he was done. You were so, so beautiful. He felt like he’d never seen anyone, even when he was surrounded by adoring fangirls and fanboys, rich nobles, models, famous people, he’d never seen anyone who looked as ethereal as you did.

“Y’know,” Johnny began. “I never thought I’d fall in love with anyone. I didn’t think it was something that even really happened. But I understand now, ‘cause I’ve got you. I’m in love with you for sure.”

You thought about that for a second, feeling honored to be his first love. “Were you serious when you talked about moving in together and getting married earlier?” You asked, cocking your head to the side in question.

“Why wouldn’t I be? I think I’d marry you right now if I could. I’m sure of it. You’re the one for me and I know it.”

You were surprised that he was being so blunt with that. He must be exhausted, you thought. Johnny had a tendency to blurt out whatever he was thinking when he got tired enough.

“I feel the same way, Johnny.” You said, brushing his hair out of his face with your hand. “Just so you know, if you asked me to marry you, I’d say yes in a heartbeat. You’re the most wonderful man I’ve ever known, and I’d be the luckiest person on the planet to get to marry you.”

“Nahhhhhhh. I think I’d be luckier,” Johnny smirked.

“No, I’d— hey!” You giggled as Johnny plastered a flurry of little kisses all over your face, pushing you back down onto your bedroll. When you were done laughing, and he was done “attacking” you, he put his head back down and gave you a squeeze. You fell asleep that night thinking dreamily about what your life would be like after the race — married to Johnny Joestar.

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[kalied0skull]

accidentally becoming a series: here's sodas, ponys and johnnys though — and now I'm getting to steve next !!!

i dunno it's really fun to thing of these guys as concepts instead of characters

steve's the feeling of oil and dirt inside the creases of your hands, the grime and gunk inside of every crevice and print line, looking like a map out of your entire palm

steve's the feeling of slipping and falling because the grass is wet and it's dark outside, awkwardly sat on the grass for a moment as it stains your jeans green and leaves you soaked, feeling embarrassed and disgusted at the same time

steve's the feeling of barking back at a dog as it chases after your car, yelling at it to go home and when it keeps yapping eventually you just start growling and laughing to yourself at it

steve's the feeling of when you close a fist and hold for too long and you can feel your nails making an imprint on your palm, the red lines from where your fingers once were being a sign of frustration and stress

steve's the feeling of a car engine roaring underneath you, feeling it pop and vrrrm as you prepare to speed up and give it gas, always having that temptation to put the pedal to the metal

steve's the feeling of crushing a can after finishing it, whether it be against your head or on a surface or underneath your foot, that crackle snap of metals crunching down on themselves is a therapeutic experience

steve's the feeling of scribbling on a piece of paper so hard it rips, the swift motions of going back and forth as hard as you can and seeing the pen ink fly and toss itself down where you tell it to, only focusing in on just getting that page colored and then— it tears. leaving you accidentally coloring on another page, and you have to stop altogether

steve's the feeling of holding your breath, the weight in your chest pressing down as it begs for you to let go, the way your eyes immediately widen or squint depending on why you're holding it, and how your shoulders tense up to stay as still as possible as you do so — just don't breathe, stay still, keep it all in

steve's the feeling of your skin after being in the sun all day, hot to the touch and steaming when you put cold water on it, leaving you hissing in pain as you think about the aches you'll probably be having from all the stuff you did outside today, and now you've got a nice burn-and-tan to show it

steve's the feeling of sitting at the edge of a lake, never feeling confident in fully dipping in, and just wanting to see everyone else in there; watching the water flow and the people dance around you and you're still... sitting there, on the grass, with just your legs imbedded in sand and water

steve's the feeling of waking up just before sunrise, the annoyance that comes in waking up too early at first, until you sit there for a moment and listen to the birds and the silence and for once everything feels... so calm, just for a moment... until the clock hits 6:40 and you hear the thuds come from the other room of someone else waking up, ready to start a ruckus

steve's the feeling of slipping on the same busted ass sneakers everyday, boring and disappointing but they've taken you everywhere and they're no where near unusable just quite yet – they've still got some good steps in 'em.

steve's the feeling of kicking a door closed instead of letting it, the exertion giving you pride as you step into the next room with the loudest announcement of "i have just entered this room! and i KICKED the door!"

steve's the feeling of sliding against a wall, friction against the surface as you plop down and fall limp, letting your hands land wherever they please and your legs awkwardly bend to stay in place

steve's the feeling of a congested nose, the anger the comes of not being able to smell or breathe and huffing harshly so something will leave and it never does, you just have to let it take it's course even if you really don't want it to

steve's the feeling of a bald tire, smooth and awkward and kind of funny because DAMN, did you really rub these good tires out, treadless and trapping the heat of the roads forever inside of them

steve's the feeling of accidentally tasting the hand sanitizer on your hands, recoiling and regretting it immediately, the taste burning your tongue and making you cringe because you... just licked your hand, and forgot all about it

steve's the feeling of sitting down for a horror movie you've been waiting for, the trailer was stupid but the story hooked you and now you're waiting for whatever shitshow is about to happen of freaks and screams as your friends all shake up in their seats terrified

steve's the feeling of flicking your friend's hat up just to annoy them, as a unpleasantly pleasant way to say "hello friend, your hat looks dumb. that is all :)"

steve's the feeling of grabbing denim tight in your fists, the rough fabric scrunching into your hand and feeling tight as you hold onto it, not quite like cotton ever would — because cottons not rough like denim

steve's the feeling of chewing on your nails, biting down and tasting nothing yet tearing and pulling back and every once in a while getting this sharp pain in your finger because you bit down too far and now the nerves are aching

steve's the feeling of hugging a pillow because you don't have anything else to hold at night, even if you do have a friend or a partner you could simply ask, you know you never would, because you gotta stay tough and by yourself just like dad said.

[eztilsolar]

(is it okay if i use your humanformers design BUT in rodifish? I'm really in love with him. If not, it's alright, robot rodifish or humanformers rodifish, nothing change in my little fic)

Walking on the beach, feeling the fresh air on your damp skin, the sun hitting hard in this late summer evening, you were taking some time for yourself. You finally had a week for yourself from your work, and you couldn't be more gratefull.

The water was nice, all over your feet, a little crab running under a rock, shells coloring the sand,... everything was good.

You keep walking, a precise destination in mind. It's a little hidden place with big rocks, perfect for laying there and enjoy the last sunrays with no one to disturb your peace.

In your backpack, you brought your meal, some slices of bread with tomatoes and olive oil, a very simple delicious meal for the evening to watch the sunset.

Reaching your spot, you take out your towel, spread it on the rock, ready everything, take off your clothes to reveal your favorite red and orange swimmsuit.

Everything was good. Good music, warm water, sun slowly setting down... Nothing could go wrong...

Except for this one weird form slicing the surface in the horizon. Unfortunately, you didn't see at the right time, only the tail's tip, making you believe there are whales. Except that whales weren't present in this aera, something you don't know...

Taking your stuff, you decide that going watching the whales over there was better than your safe, perfect little spot.

It was good ! There was a cave right where you wanted to settle. Seeing that there is still time before it was dark, you decide it is a good idea to explore the aera.

It seems stable enought, the cave being old, weathered rocks all around you. It was cool, green, red and yellow rocks, witnesses of the weathering of the rocks, was coloring the walls. A mistake of yours, you weren't looking up, at the ceilling, where claws marks was showing...

Going further in, time seems to erase, only enjoying the moment. Feeling like an explorator, Indiana Jones from wish vibe, narrating every steps you made in your head, a fresh and strong gust of wind hit your back, making you shiver. Shit, was the sun already set and the air was getting cold? But the cave was still warm and cozy...

Going against your instinct, you keep going. The cave was getting only bigger. After some minutes, you reach wat seems to be a nest. Green and dark brown algeae in a circle around a big pool, some dead fishes in a corner, shells and corals decorating the entier walls, multitude of colors setting a joyfull ambiance. The person who did this really was a genius. It was beautiful. Walking in the many tiny puddles, the water was way warmer than the sea.

You were... hypnotised. You couldn't take your eyes off of it. You let your bag slide off your shoulders, and walk toward the nest. There were again shells and corals, with little colorfull rocks, and the pool was also warmer. It was good.

A melody, faint and beautiful, rang in the cave. Weirdly, you couldn't react to it. It was as if... as if...

As seconds quickly pass, the melody grew stronger. You sit in the pool, feeling your legs tired from the long walk you took. Just like your legs, you become tired, even sleepy. But everything was good. Your body feel light, your mind away from its usual worries. And two, big, gigantic blue eyes bend over to look a two, with a sweet smile, the creature's shadow looming over you. The melody continues, lulling you slowly to sleep. You manage to hear purrs, heavy purrs.

Red and yellow scales around the face, two very thin yellow fins, webbed cheeks and big hands. You can only see the big creature's hands reach for you before you fall limp onto its palm, before falling heavy asleep.

The creature knew right at the moment it saw you on the beach, you had to be his. You were so cute! you were a tiny bipedal version of him with his colors ! And seeing you going into his nest, he knew you were his. So he waited for you to be deep into his cave for singing you to sleep.

When you were finally in his hand, he gently scoops you (you were not bigger than his palm), hop in his nest, and cuddle you against his face. He licks your entire body to clean you. You were warm, all squishy, and your skin tasted good...

He installs himself all comfy in his nest, snuggle you all against his chest, secure you against him, and fall asleep, purring out loud of satisfaction.

He was going to pamper you, cherish you, keep you just for himself...

Tadaaaaam ! I hope you like it !!!

Writting this fic, i had some questions about rodifish...

I wrote his nest to be in a cave, out of the water, but can he stays out of water? His nest in underwater because either he can't breath out of water or it's his prefereces to have it out ?

Is he more fishy look alike or robot look alike ? Does his body is a mix between robot and tail or complet organic ?

Does he even sing lol? I turned him into a siren more than a mer but i though it could have been interesting.

And at last, would he "eat" his little human ? Vore! Siren! Rodimus ? I'd love it to just him keeping his human in his mouth just like aligator mamas do, not swallowing (even if he could do it by mistake with how tiny and delicious you are...)

He can stay out of water for long periods of time, maybe three-four hours. He’d probably have two nests, one underwater and one above, just for the reason that he has many visitors. He’s more robot look alike but he is half organic!! His internals kinda work more organically while his hard, robot bits are on the outside. I explained it better in my google doc (which I cannot reference at this current moment-)

He occasionally sings, he does more humming and trilling, think of a whale song.

Also, I don’t think he would. He thinks they’re neat little creatures and likes to watch and engage with them. He would do the carry in the mouth thing though, I fear

ALSO THANK YOU!!! I was giggling and kicking my feet the entire time, I adore this so much! He actually has a humanoid version of his Rodifish design! It’s somewhere on my alt lol- I like how he’s like “well, they’re in MY colors and in my cave, so obviously I get to keep them!” Because yeah he would

[gizm0-gadgetz]

Oki doki! I don't really have a name for this au so if yall think of one lemme know. Call this the first chapter of my Post DTTM New Texas time travel fic I guess?

I don't know how well the concept is worded in this but I hope yall enjoy. Please please please lemme know what ya think

Under the read more (spacing might be a bit weird as its copied from my docs

    When Jonny came too he was pissed. This was supposed to be the end, why was he still alive? It was like the universe was just trying to rub it in that he'd be alone…yet he felt someone else next to him. Somebody quite cold. Slowly and with much more effort than he expected he rolled over onto his back and sat up, having to do a double take at what he saw.

   The entire crew was there, presumably knocked out themselves. Nastya was sitting closest to him, her body radiating a cold chill. Carefully he put a hand on her shoulder, almost jumping at the lack of warmth. He didn't let it dissuade him and carefully began searching for a pulse. It took a moment to find, he wasn't the greatest at it in the first place, but soon enough he found a pulse. It was slow but there. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and began to check everyone else in the area. Everybody who had a pulse normally still had it. They were all alive and all together. 

    That was that problem solved now where were they? It was a large empty clearing, a dry planet it seemed. Something about it nagged at him, like it was framiler. He tried to focus in on any noises and smells traveling in the wind which was harder to do than he expected. Perhaps he'd run out of practice? His ears twitched, alerting him to the sound of his friends starting to move. 

    He looked over to see Ivy slowly sit up and try to orientate herself. She brushed some dust and sand out of her hair and metal plating as she looked around before locking eyes with Jonny. Neither of them knew what to do for the moment, just staring at each other before finally he made a move. He practically launched himself at her to pull her into a tight hug, not saying a word. It took her a moment to process before she hugged back. 

    “Where are we?” She finally asked once he had let go. He just frowned and she seemed to get the message. “Should we awaken them?” With a simple gesture to the crew they agreed and began to shake everyone else awake. It wasn't too hard, most everyone woke up quite easily. Soon it was just the Toy Soldier left who didn't seem to respond to anything. 

    “Shit. How do we wake it up?” He looked to Ivy for ideas since everyone else was still adjusting. She stayed silent for a moment, staring at its body intensely as she analyzed the situation. 

    “It stopped pretending.” 

    “Yeah. Can we make it start again?”

    “I think so.”

    “How?” 

    “Pretend back.” 

    “And how do you suggest I do that exactly?” Jonny had to fight an eye roll at the simple suggestion. She paused to think it over before snickering quietly. “What? What did you come up with.” 

    “Well the most effective way, a 90 percent chance I believe, would be to give it a little kiss!” 

    “Wha- i- it's always kisses with you people!!!” He groaned, ignoring the rest of the crew's snickers as he crawled over to the toy soldier. After a moment he frowned and gave it a little kiss on the forehead. It seemed like nothing happened for a good few minutes before suddenly its eyes opened and it shot up like a bullet, hitting Jonny as he was still kneeled over it. He tumbled backwards holding his head. “Motherfucker!!!” 

   “Oh! Sorry Jonny old chap!” It held its hand out for him, clearly not picking up on his glare as he took the hand and let himself be pulled up. Once its hand had been taken the Toy Soldier pulled his friend into a tight hug, lifting the man off the floor ever so slightly. The others just watched as he attempted to wiggle his way out of the embrace, it being none the wiser of his escape attempts. “Lovely to see you again!!” 

    “Toy soldier, drop him.” It frowned but released the first mate from its grip, looking to Nastya who had given the order. “Thank you. Now, where are we exactly?” She turned her attention to Brian and Ivy, both of which were trying to work on recognizing the area. 

    “I do believe there is a town nearby.” Ivy clarifies after a long moment of silence. “Do you feel it?” Brian nodded and began walking toward something. 

    “Hold on, we can't just be going off into the middle of nowhere!” Jonny called out, having to sprint to catch up with his long strides. Brian paused for only a moment, scooping Jonny up in his arms once he was close enough. “Hey!! Hold on a fuckin’ second!! Put me down, bastard!!!” 

    “It's better than staying out here in the middle of nowhere. What's the worst that could happen?” Nastya's breath was visible as she spoke, the intense difference of the hot climate and how cold she was obvious. 

    “Shes got a point.” Ashes chimed in, catching up with the group. 

    “Theres a lot we need to discuss too.” Raph added; stretching as she walked. “Wouldn't that be better over some drinks?” Jonny didn't awnser right away, just staring at the group from over Brian's shoulder before sighing. 

    “Fine.” He grumbled, his tail flicking like that of an agitated cat. “Just…” Suddenly he sat up fully in Brian's arms, eyes narrowed and ears twitching. A low growl reverberated in his throat. The rest of the Mechanisms were confused. Clearly something had caught his attention but they couldn't see anything. 

    “Jonny?” He didn't respond even as Brian shifted to try and make them look eye to eye. Clearly whatever had his attention was important in some way. “What do you see?” 

    “I know where we are.” He finally clarifies as they continue to walk. “and we are going to stand out a lot. Now the problem is when..” He sighed and closed his eyes, ears twitching forward toward the horizon. 

    “Well, spill. Where are we then?” Ashes paused to light a cigar, missing the framiler taste. Jonny doesn't answer right away, instead shifting in Brian's arms so he could see ahead better. He was squinting in the bright sun's gaze, eventually deciding to pull his goggles over his eyes to focus.  

    “When would be a better question.” He grumbled mostly to himself as the town started to come into view.

    “Looks like Vegas almost..” Tim pointed out as they approached. “Old party city on earth. Filled to the brim with gambling alcohol and all that fun stuff.” He explained after getting a few confused looks. 

     “Yeah…that's one way to describe this place.” Jonny sighed and climbed out of Brian's arms, this time allowed to do so. He did a wide gesture to the whole place as he began to talk. “Welcome to New Texas,” choosing to ignore the soft gasps coming from a few of his crew, he continued. “You're almost all going to stand out a lot just for being tall. I'm the taller side of average here.” 

    “No way. Really?” Tim had his doubts as he looked over his significantly shorter partner. 

   “Yes!! If you don't belive me you'll see in just a minute!!” He turned around and stormed toward the city, his tail betraying just how agitated he was about it. 

    “Well…I belive its about time we learn about Jonny.” Ivy pointed out as she began to follow the man. 

    “Oooh, do you think we can learn about his medical history here?” Marius chimed in with an excited look on his face. 

    “That would be wonderful!” Raph clapped her hands together with a big grin, the others simply choosing to ignore their interest in the topic. They kept walking until they reached the edge of town, proceeding into Jonny who had stopped. 

    “Something wrong chap?” Toy Soldier asked as it followed his gaze into town. After a moment the man just sighed and turned to face his companion. 

    “You look too clean, you're gonna stand out.” It didn't even have a chance to ask what he meant before he pulled him down by the shirt and took its hat away. He took a moment to ruffle its carefully styled hair before letting go. “That'll do for now. Right, listen up. As your captain-”

   “First mate!” 

   “-You need to listen to me. Especially here.” For once he didn't even react to the jest. “This place is…shit. People here are gonna try and trick ya and rob ya at every moment. Just…keep a look out i guess.” He sighed, his gaze drifting back into town. “Blasted timelines.” After a moment he shook his head and ruffled his hair up. “Lets go to the bar.” He didn't even wait for a response before heading further into town. They had to hurry to catch up, lest they lose him in the crowded streets.

    “Wow…he wasn't kidding.” Tim mused as he walked, paying attention to where he was stepping.  

     “So many of them-!” Raph squealed, barely able to contain her excitement. 

    “Until we know exactly what is happening you are not touching anybody.” Nastya’s tone left no room for discussion on the subject. She pulled her coat closer, glad she still had it as the cold had permeated her bones.

     “This certainly explains a lot about our first mate!” Toy Soldier exclaimed, looking around with an eager smile. Eventually Jonny finally stops outside a larger building in the center of a crowded street. He took a deep breath and looked back to his crew. 

    “Right-” 

     “This is One-Eyed Jacks??” Tim interrupted, looking up at the sign. 

     “Yes. As much as I absolutely detest this place...they serve good drinks. Just…don't do anything stupid.” Jonny takes one last deep breath before opening the door and stepping inside. Everyone started following him in before there was a soft thunk. Turning back they saw tim holding his head, having clearly hit the door frame on his way in. Jonny just stared at him for a moment before chuckling which quickly turned into a proper laugh. “Should'a ducked jackass-” Tim only grumbled, still holding his head as he ducked this time before purposely stepping on the smaller man's foot. His hand flew to his holster only to find it empty. Right. He had thrown it away a while ago. “Yer a lucky bastard Tim.” 

    “Jonny.” Nastya scolded, looking down at him and then at Tim. “You already said we will stand out, do not bring any more attention to yourselves.” 

    “Yeah yeah…” He grumbled, hating the fact that she was right. Once he had taken the moment to calm down he led his group to the edge of the bar and took a seat on the farthest end he could get. It was clear to anyone paying attention he was very fidgety compared to normal. “Ashes ya got gold?”

    “Always.” They dug into their pocket and pulled out a wallet, glad to see the papers weren't burnt. “Not in the mood for violence huh?” He just watched them as they took the seat next to him. After a moment he answered with a shrug. 

    “‘M too tired.” He spoke quietly, a very rare occurrence for himself. Tim decided to just stand next to Jonny, leaning against the bar as everyone else took a seat. Nobody knew what to say as they waited for a bartender to spot them. 

    “Good afternoon gents, and ladies of course.” A voice spoke up as someone approached. Jonny had to stop himself from growling as he recognized the man behind the bar. “Can't say i've seen yer faces ‘round here before ‘nd I know everyone. What can I get ya?” It was pretty easy to figure out that the bartender was the “one eyed jack”, owner of the casino and bar. The eyepatch made it quite obvious, confirmed by how much Jonny tensed up. 

    “Just whiskey,” Ashes decides to take the wheel before Jonny reaches over the bar and strangles the man.

    “For all of yall?” They just nod as he reaches under the counter and pulls out a bottle of whiskey. “Never seen yall ‘round here before. Where'd ya come from?” 

    “We came from outer space!” Jack pauses pouring a glass and looks at the Toy Soldier who only smiled. He was certainly intrigued, especially as Ashes elbowed it. 

    “Soldier! Don't answer random questions.” They scolded, watching as it paused for a moment before nodding and doing a mini salute, a signifier of having taken an order. Jack takes a moment to finish pouring the nine glasses before looking at them again, this time taking in as many details as he could. 

    “So, outer space huh? We ain't get many of those ‘round here too often. What brings ya to our lil’ town?” Clearly he was trying to sound nonchalant about it all despite being very interested. They could all see it from a mile away. 

    “None yer business jack.” Jonny grumbled before very quickly slamming his drink back. The man's ear twitched as he turned his focus to Jonny. 

    “Visitin’ after ya left huh? Ain't a very common thing to see. Dunno I've ever seen someone come back.” Jack leaned over the counter right in front of Jonny. Everyone just watched, unsure of what to do. If a fight broke out there was no saving the guy as Jonny was clearly barely holding back. “I can hear it in yer voice. Yer from ‘round here.” Jonny didn't answer, just staring at the man for a long moment before reaching over to Ashes and swiping their cigar. 

   “Wh-Jonny! You could just ask for your own!” They gently punched him in the shoulder but didn't bother taking it back as he took a puff.

    “Taking yers is more fun.” Jack opened his mouth to say something before his attention was pulled away by someone knocking on the bar. Someone set an unmarked envelope on the table which Jack slipped into his pocket without a word. They didn't get much of a chance to look at the stranger before they disappeared through a door behind the bar. Jack watched them leave before turning his attention to the group again. 

    “Anything else I can get ya?” Jonny just shook his head. 

    “No. We should get going.” He could feel the rest of his crew look at him weird, after all they hadn't been there long and he almost never left after only one round of drinks. Quietly he just gestured to the door, mouthing something about explaining in a second. It took them all a moment to understand but soon enough Ashes was paying the tab and they were out in the hot sun again. 

    Jonny wasted no time in walking away, clearly having his mind set on something and not sharing what it was per usual. Since he was essentially their guide the rest of the mechanisms had no choice but to follow, each with varying levels of curiosity on where he was going. After a few minutes of silent walking he took a turn into an alleyway. 

    “Okay, what are you doing Jonny?” Nastya eyed him suspiciously as he pulled himself on top of a dumpster. 

   “Gonna check somethin. Stay put.” It was strange to hear him so serious as he climbed up the side of a building and onto the roof. He paused to look down at the group, once again gesturing for them to stay before walking across the roof and out of view. 

    “Well thats not suspicious at all.” Ashes scoffed, lighting a new cigar as Jonny hadn't given theirs back. 

    “Should we be following him?” Marius fidgeted awkwardly with his coat tail, unsure of what to do.

    “We should give him a few minutes.” Brian piped in, startling a few of them. He had been very quiet since they arrived in New Texas and had been the last to finish his drink. If Brian was encouraging something it usually meant he had an idea of what was happening so they agreed to stay, at least for the moment.  

    Still they couldn't help but wonder what he was up to that climbing onto a roof was the best way to go about it. Clearly he'd taken that path many times as he got up with ease. It was just more mystery about his actual backstory.